It’s 2039. I’m 58 years old. I’m Labouring in the fields of this collective farm/gulag in northern Britain. I used to live in a comfy apartment drinking coffee but since the climate revolution (a confluence of the alt right and climate activists) industrial society has been swept away and we labour like peasants whilst an upper echelon of climate activists live in plush gated communities with cable tv. My knees are breaking and my teeth are falling out but this is what Greta Thunburg wanted. We missed the window of opportunity anyway and runaway feedback loops were locked in so we dismantled society and created a gulag state for nothing. Better look for some rats to eat.